November stretches, rubs her eyes
Spits soggy plumes and frosty sighs
Her bite numbs feet and face and ears
My breath takes flight, then disappears.
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A feeble sun stoops low to drink
From rushing rivers, steals a chink
Of blushing maples, ginger breeze
Ignites a fire to tips of trees.
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Soft sky strums autumnal air
Flings a fleece of golden glare
Clings to trees, crowns mountain pass
Turns them into amber glass.
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Coppered leaves come boating down
Glide gently into molten mounds
Branches dip, flutter damp and drew
December soon hoves into view.
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Shared by Kristine, author, blogger, humorist, professional mom, homeschooler and chief wrangler at the ‘ole testosterone ranch.
